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Sierra Messam Poem
Sometimes it takes a random gesture
to warm the soul of the birthday girl
I never met her before,
but,
I know she is beautiful inside and out
I want to tell you thank you
for letting me write something so sweet
to the unknown
you could be my neighbor, classmate, or potential best friend
All I know is,
Its your special day
your gifts should be endless words of
encouragement, empowerment, and embrace
Happy Birthday Linda
your 19 and in a new found place
hey girl her enjoy your day sorry I don't know how to make it pretty I just started this profile today
Copyright © Sierra Messam | Year Posted 2013
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Sierra Messam Poem
Remember those days?
As a little girl,
sitting on the stoop outside the rundown project building
popping salty sunflower seeds into the corner of your mouth.
A whole handful at that!
Yeah.
I remember,
crushing each seed
one by one right down the center of the shell,
sucking each side of it until it no longer had any flavor
while,
maintaining the seed
on the opposite cheek
as if it were the grand prize.
Once the shell was crushed,
I'd spit it out
and
let the shells build up
on the step in front of me
creating the ultimate shell empire.
Damn,
I remember those days where I used to
Eat Spit Be Happy.
Copyright © Sierra Messam | Year Posted 2013
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Sierra Messam Poem
Paint
I walked into my high school.
I looked at the walls.
The beautiful lilac colors had smothered the walls of
Johnson High.
Eagles plastered at every angle in black paint.
I cried.
The paint made me cry.
It was only 10 years ago when I was thrown into the lockers;
Head bashed in on the wall
Over and over and over kicked in my stomach
A truck just ran over me.
Bloodshed from my;
Mouth.
Nose.
Ears.
Head.
I was all over that wall.
Now that wall is a beautiful lilac with the black Eagles
Plastered all over it.
Such a wonderful color.
But,
I know what’s under it.
I know the truth.
underneath that lilac wall is a piece of my life
that contributes to my hatred of ole Johnson High.
**** you paint. How dare you cover me.
Copyright © Sierra Messam | Year Posted 2013
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Sierra Messam Poem
Mirror
I saw you today.
Yes! I saw you.
You, the reflection that looked back at me.
I was naked to the world,
for the first time
like a baby bursting out of a bloody, monstrous womb, crying;
I want to go back in.
I do not.
want to be here
Get me out;
of this mirror.
Get me back into the womb.
I do not want to see you, my reflected naked body.
My fat, disgust and shame!
Push me back in!
I do not want to be here anymore.
Let these clothes be my protective shell
I refuse to see you today.
Copyright © Sierra Messam | Year Posted 2013
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